She felt the light pressure of his fingers trail across her nipple, felt it grow hard, budding under the silk that felt as another caress to her skin....It prickled with sensation as if shot with some sort of electrical charge, the current running through her and into her groin, sizzling with heat and making her grow wet against her will. "No," she moaned again. "No, no, no." Her head tossed upon the pillow, her body squirmed, trying to get away from him."Why do you fight me? You know you want. " she sighed. "Why? I told You why last night. I'm busy dealing with two sick chil dren,Honey. I don't care if He told You He was going to stop by. You can call Him back and tell Him not to, Jacky. I said "I don't care!" Just call Him!" she said into the phone's receiver and hung it back up. I would be suprised if Jacky couldn't hear my cock slapping back and forth in my mother's hand,since Mommy had continued jacking me off while they were talking."Stupid Bitch!" Mom laughed. "I told Her last. Uncle Cliff will go over a few things then with you. He’s out fixing barbed wire, but it will be a pleasant surprise for him when he comes in.” I noticed the tone of sarcasm in her voice. “Yes Aunt Dolores” I replied meekly, trying to make peace with whatever demons I had stirred in the old lady. I hadn’t seen her for about six years, but could remember her tight swept back iron grey hair in a bun, her slim, wiry build and horrid wrinkly pop socks. She left me to unpack and get used to where. Despite us beingmarried for almost 20 years, she was still gorgeous. Her luscious redhair fell to her shoulders and she had obviously put time into getting thewild look just right tonight. As always, her make-up was perfect. Fortonight's mood, she had more on than normal, but this was my birthday andshe knew that I enjoyed her acting the slut. As my eyes slid down herbody, her perfect 38C breasts were held - well, almost - by a tiny,quarter cup bra. If only she would wear a corset... Not.